Chu Feng was not moved at all. Today, he would tear off the hypocritical mask of Li Zei in front of everyone with his own hands!

"Li Lingge, don't you dare come up?" He pointed at his feet. "If you kneel down and admit defeat, I will let you leave the Yueying Sect."

Chu Feng looked down at Li Lingge from a high position.

It was as if Li Lingge was just an ant in his eyes that could be crushed with ease.

The disciples in the audience were stunned. Although Chu Feng was usually arrogant, he had never been so arrogant. What happened today?

Jingyue stood on the high platform with a frown on her face.

She knew clearly in her heart that Chu Feng's action was definitely for Zi Shuhe.

However, she knew even more clearly that if Li Lingge really went on the life and death stage, Chu Feng would undoubtedly die.

"Chu Feng, you must think this through." Jing Yue's voice was calm yet commanding. "On the stage of life and death, life and death are determined by fate. Once Li Lingge takes the stage, there will be no turning back."

Chu Feng sneered, his eyes as sharp as torches.

"Master, rest assured, since I, Chu Feng, have dared to stand on this life and death stage, I have already put life and death aside.

As for Li Lingge, if you are afraid, you can just admit defeat. I won't force you."

Everyone in the audience looked at Li Lingge, wanting to see how he would respond.

Li Lingge stood in the crowd, his face as calm as water, as if Chu Feng's provocation had nothing to do with him.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Zi Shuhe beside him with an inquiring look.

Zi Shuhe shook her head slightly. She was very clear about Li Lingge's strength. Although Chu Feng and Li Lingge seemed to have the same cultivation base, the gap in strength between them was like a chasm.

Even if Li Lingge didn't use that magic sword, Chu Feng would not be his opponent.

Seeing Zi Shuhe shaking his head, Li Lingge turned around and left with a lack of interest.

However, just as he turned around, Chu Feng spat heavily at his back.

"If you don't dare to accept the challenge, get out of the Moon Shadow Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Lingge instantly appeared on the life and death stage.

A kind smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his palm was already on the Xuanyuan Sword.

Zi Shuhe opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words he wanted to use to dissuade her.

Chu Feng's words were so harsh that even she couldn't bear to listen to them.

The life and death of this traitor depends entirely on Li Lingge's decision.

Li Lingge raised his head, his eyes met Chu Feng's, and said calmly.

"In that case, I will fight with you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar again. No one expected that Li Lingge would actually accept the challenge.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng burst into laughter, his laughter filled with pride.

"Today, I will let you see what a true genius is!"

He wanted to let his master and everyone in the Yueying Sect see clearly that he was invincible in his realm!

Jingyue sighed softly, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.

Although Chu Feng acted a bit arrogant, he still had good talent after all.

Unfortunately, she knew Li Lingge's temper very well. If Chu Feng had offended this guy, she would have hit a wall.

What's more, it was Chu Feng who took the initiative to challenge. On the stage of life and death, even if Li Lingge killed Chu Feng, what could Zi Shuhe say?

Chu Feng and Li Lingge stood facing each other, the atmosphere so solemn that even the air seemed to freeze.

However, facing the magic sword in Li Lingge's hand, Chu Feng wanted to draw his sword, but found that he could not pull out the long sword at his waist.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The sound of the sword revealed a sense of fear, which was the fear of the divine sword.

All the immortal energy in Chu Feng's body poured into the long sword, but the long sword still could not be unsheathed at all.

Seeing that Chu Feng never drew his sword, everyone looked at him with some confusion.

"Why doesn't he draw his sword?"

"It seems like I can't pull it out."

"How is this possible? Li Lingge is only at the Immortal Venerable level, how could he not be able to draw his sword?"

Listening to the discussions around him, Chu Feng looked a little embarrassed and awkward.

In today's life-and-death battle, he originally wanted to make Li Lingge look bad in front of his master, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even draw his sword!

No, I must not lose face in front of Master.

Chu Feng simply gave up drawing his sword and spoke in a calm manner.

"I'll let you draw your sword first."

Oh--

Li Lingge smiled disdainfully.

"Why would I need a sword to kill you?"

Li Lingge's voice was clearly audible in the howling mountain wind. He flipped his wrist and the Xuanyuan Sword pierced into the bluestone under his feet, with the sword body sinking more than half a foot.

"No sword?" Chu Feng's pupils shrank slightly. "You are being too arrogant!"

Li Lingge did not answer. He just slowly raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and a cold light flashed on his fingertips.

At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet, even the howling mountain wind stopped.

Just as Li Lingge inserted the Xuanyuan Sword into the ground, the Qingfeng Sword in Chu Feng's hand trembled slightly and suddenly came out of its sheath.

A thousand-foot-high moonlight suddenly exploded on the stage of life and death. The long sword in his hand made a trembling sound like a dragon's roar, and the trajectory of the sword's edge condensed into hundreds of shadows of crescent moons in the air.

When this sword came out, everyone in the Yueying Sect couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"This is the tenth level of the Moon Shadow Sword Technique—Star Shattering Style!"

"I didn't expect Chu Feng to have already cultivated the Moon Shadow Sword Technique to the tenth level. He is indeed extremely talented."

"No ordinary Immortal Saint can stop this sword. Li Lingge is in danger!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Chu Feng had already imagined the scene of Li Lingge kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Silver-white sword energy was gushing out of every pore on his body, and the jade bricks under his feet were exploding inch by inch.

"Li Lingge! This sword will cut off your left arm!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly transformed into nine phantoms that were both real and fake.

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